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Ruthann's High School - 2
by Strength + Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)

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Having to go the Principal's office is always a tricky 
situation. (MF-teens)

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PART 2

"Ruth-Ann? Ruth-Ann?!" Ms. Jones, the main secretary, 
was standing over her. "Wake up, young lady. Mr. Hanson 
is ready to see you now. I hope that you pay more 
attention when you are in his office than you were out 
here."

"Yes Ms. Jones." Ruth-Ann stood up and walked the few 
feet to the open door of the office. She did not know 
if she should be scared or excited. She had only been 
in the school building for about 15 minutes, so she 
knew that she could not have done anything wrong yet. 
She also knew that she was not in any trouble left over 
from the spring, before school let out. So she was safe 
in that regard. So why did Principal Hanson want to see 
her so early in the morning? It was that uncertainty 
that was allowing her to get all excited.

As she entered the office, she saw Principal Hanson 
sitting behind his desk, bent over and reading some 
paper in front of him. If it was at all possible, he 
had gotten cuter in the last 15 minutes since she saw 
him in the hallway. 

"Sit down, Ruth-Ann, on the couch right there."

Well, that was a good sign. If she was in trouble, she 
knew that she would have had to sit in one of the 
straight back chairs in front of the principal's desk. 
Asking her to sit on the couch meant in her mind that 
she might now die this morning. She took the few steps 
over to the couch, and sat down in the middle. As she 
sat, she noticed that the couch had a lot of padding, 
and was very squishy. She almost sank into the leather 
seating, and when she leaned back, she sank in even 
more.

Principal Hanson stood up, came around the desk, and 
then looked out into the main office for a second 
before he turned back around, shutting the door all the 
way behind him. Ruth-Ann heard the door latch shut, and 
it was almost like a switch being thrown inside of her. 
She felt her nipples begin to harden, and suddenly it 
was very warm in the office.

Stephanie watched Mr. Hanson close the door, and really 
felt left out. Why had Principal Hanson looked at her 
like that for half a second before he turned and shut 
the door? He had the look of a cat that just swallowed 
the proverbial canary. Just what was he talking to that 
young lady about in his office?

Principal Hanson went back around to his side of the 
large desk, and sat back down in his chair. He took a 
second to really look at Ruth-Ann. She was of average 
height, but had definitely filled out over the summer. 
Her breasts were straining against her shirt, which was 
causing the space between the buttons to bulge out just 
a little. It was also obvious that the bra she was 
wearing was about a cup size too small, because he 
could see the top of her breasts pushing out over the 
top of the bra cups. 

Her arms and legs both looked a little bigger, like she 
had put on 10 pounds over the summer in all the right 
places. And those calf muscles – good god. Scott knew 
women and men in his gym that would kill for calves 
like that. It was no wonder that she was able to 
elevate all the way over the net when she played 
volleyball and spike the ball consistently for points. 
He wondered briefly what she would look like in a pair 
of strappy heels. Probably fuckin' fantastic.

The other reason that Scott had asked Ruth-Ann Miller 
to sit on the couch instead of the chairs in the front 
of his desk was plainly obvious. Anyone who sat on the 
couch would naturally sink down and in to the leather, 
which is what Ruth-Ann was doing currently. Because of 
the position she had to sit in, it elevated her legs 
slightly, just enough that she could not cross them. 
So, Scott now had a wonderful crotch shot up Ruth-Ann's 
dress, and the crotch of her white panties was just 
staring at him. Which is definitely the way that he 
wanted it for the time being.

"Ruth-Ann, so you know why I called you into my office 
this morning?"

"No, Principal Hanson, I don't. I have not had a 
teacher tell me that I had done anything wrong this 
morning, so I don't think I am in trouble. Did I do 
something wrong?"

Staring at the breast flesh that was trying to escape 
out of the top of Ruth-Ann's too small bra, Scott 
answered, "Well, a teacher did not tell you anything, 
nor did anyone report anything to me. But we still have 
a problem. Ms. Miller, can you tell me exactly what the 
dress code here in at St. Mary's?"

She thought that it was a strange question to start 
with, but knew that she was better of answering the 
question than pausing to figure out why Mr. Hanson 
would ask it. "From the top: white button down blouse, 
either short of long sleeved; plaid skirt in school 
colors, white socks, black shoes, and………" She really 
didn't know why she paused, but Principal Hanson 
pounced on her hesitation.

"And what, Ms. Miller?"

"And… And the appropriate undergarments."

"That is correct, almost word for word out of the 
student handbook. Now, do you know why I asked you that 
question?" It was getting harder for Scott to 
concentrate on being the stern principal, what with his 
cock beginning to grow in his pants. The little bit of 
panty that was showing from between Ruth-Ann's legs was 
very exciting, and very distracting to him.

"No sir, I don't know why." And she honestly did not. 
Wasn't she dressed according to the code? She did a 
quick mental inventory of herself, and everything came 
up all right.

Scott began to lay into her now, enjoying watching her 
squirm in an uncomfortable state. "I asked you that 
question because I believe that you are not following 
the dress code today. Before today, had you put on your 
uniform at all since you left school in May?"

"No sir. I had it hanging in the closet. I know the 
maid took it out and washed it yesterday so that I 
could wear it clean today, but I did not put it on 
until this morning when I was getting ready for 
school."

"Well, Ms. Miller, it is obvious to me that you have 
grown into your body a little more since the end of the 
school year three months ago. Didn't you notice any of 
your clothes getting tighter at the end of the summer?"

"Yes I did, but I thought it was just because I was not 
playing volleyball or soccer over the summer, and had 
put on a couple of pounds."

Time to turn the fun up a notch. Scott got up from his 
desk, and walked over to stand in front of Ruth-Ann. He 
knew that she could see the erection in his pants, but 
he did not acknowledge its existence at all. Let her 
think that he was unaware of how turned on his body 
was. Standing over her, Scott held out his hand.

"Come here, Ms. Miller. I want to show you something."

Ruth-Ann took his hand, and almost swooned with the 
intense pleasure of it all. She had seen his prominent 
hard-on as soon as he came around the desk, and now it 
was less than a foot in front of her face. She was 
scared out of her mind, but also had an intense desire 
to see that meat in the flesh. She let him help her to 
her feet, and then lead her to the door of the small 
closet that was in the corner of the office. Mr. Hanson 
opened the closet door, and there on the back of the 
door was a full length mirror. Her Principal turned her 
sideways so that her left arm was the closest thing to 
the mirror.

"Ruth-Ann, do you see anything wrong with this 
picture?"

Try as she might, Ruth-Ann could not see what it was 
that the principal was looking for, so she just shook 
her head no.

"Right here. Do you think this is appropriate for our 
school environment?" Mr. Hanson had taken the first two 
fingers of his hand and stuck them between the buttons 
of the shirt where it was bulging out, letting his 
fingers come to rest on her bra right between her 
breasts.

"If your shirt is so small, and gaping so bad that I 
can slide two fingers in here, then your shirt is too 
small. You will have to get a bigger one, today. Now, 
turn around and face the front in the mirror. Do you 
think that the bra that you are wearing is the right 
size for that shirt, and more importantly for your 
breasts?"

Ruth-Ann thought she was going to pass out from the 
excitement. Her nipples had gotten totally erect as 
soon as Mr. Hanson's fingers had come to rest on her 
bra. Now he was actually talking about her bra. She 
knew that the bra was too small for her now, but 
decided to play dumb, just to see where this was going. 

"Well sir, I think it is ok. It is one of the same ones 
that I wore last school year."

"You didn't wear it at all this summer, and feel it 
getting smaller?"

"No Principal Hanson, I did not. I only wear white bras 
at school, because I have to. I have not worn this one 
since school let out."

"And you don't think that it is too small?"

"No, sir."

"Ruth-Ann, you obviously need more education on the 
proper dress code here at St. Mary's. Continue to face 
the mirror, and take your blouse off."

Did she hear him right? Before it had been fun 
pretending she had been teasing her hunky principal, 
but with that statement it suddenly got a lot more 
serious. "You want me to do what, sir?"

"I said you need more education on the dress code, so 
take off your shirt. Do you have a problem following 
directions, Ms. Miller?" Scott did not know if his cock 
could get any harder. Watching this young thing agonize 
over her decision to disrobe or not was making him 
delirious with desire.

Slowly, Ruth-Ann's hands traveled to the top button of 
her shirt, and began to undue the buttons one by one. 
She knew that her Principal's eyes were focused on here 
chest, and it scared and excited her at the same time. 
Her friend Holly had told her that she could get any 
guy to do anything that she wanted just by showing him 
a little skin. It appeared that she was about to put 
that theory to the test.

As she got to the last button, she held the two halves 
of her shirt together for a second, looking through the 
mirror at Mr. Hansen's crotch. She could swear that she 
could see his penis pulsing in his slacks. Taking a 
deep breath, Ruth-Ann pulled the two halves of her 
shirt apart, shrugged it off her shoulders, and then 
quickly draped it over the chair that was right by the 
closet door. 

There she stood, looking alternately at herself and at 
him through the mirror. He could tell that she was 
scared, but the turgid condition of her nipples 
betrayed the fact that she was awfully excited. Her bra 
was a white lace affair, somewhat see-thru, so he could 
make out the size of her areola. It was obvious she had 
outgrown it, a good portion of her breast meat was 
trying to escape out the top of the cups, and he bet 
that dividing line pressing into the middle of her tit 
could not be comfortable.

"Do you see Ms. Miller, how the top of the bra cup is 
digging into your breasts, right here?" Mr. Hanson was 
behind her now, and he reached around her shoulders to 
run his fingers along the exposed breast tissue. Ruth-
Ann just stood there and felt her panties get wetter as 
he ran his fingers over the exposed part of her tits. 
She knew that she had to answer him eventually, even 
though she thought she was dong good to continue to 
breath.

"Yes, sir, I do. Like I said, I did not wear any of my 
white bras this summer, and when I put this one on this 
morning, this is how it fit."

"Well, it is obvious with the way that it fits it is 
too small. Here, let me look at the tag for you. Ok, 
this is a 36c. You need to go shopping this evening, 
and buy a few new white bras. I am sure that if this 
one fits this small, then none of your other white bras 
will fit any better. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, now onto the other thing that I needed to talk 
to you about. Where is the end or your skirt supposed 
to hit you on the leg?"

Looking at her skirt length, and answering at the same 
time, Ruth-Ann said automatically "No shorter than the 
top of the knee in front or back."

"Do you think that the skirt you have on today meets 
those criteria?"

Slouching down a little, Ruth-Ann willed her skirt to 
be longer. But at the same time, she knew this could be 
an opportunity to push the game further. She decided to 
go for broke. "Yes Mr. Hanson, I think it does."

Scott thought he had her right where he wanted her. "Ok 
then, let's check. Turn around, and face away from the 
mirror. Very good. Now, I want you to bend over at the 
waist, and keep your legs straight. Can you see your 
panties?" 

While Ruth-Ann was looking between her legs trying to 
see her crotch, Scott had moved behind her, and was 
getting quite an eyeful. He also realized very quickly 
that the panties she was wearing were not cotton like 
the dress code required, but were white nylon bikinis. 
And to top it off, the crotch was absolutely soaked, 
almost to the point of being see-thru. Scott could 
smell how excited the girl was, and it made his eyes 
cross. 

When Ruth-Ann bent all the way over and looked in the 
mirror, she most definitely could see the entire crotch 
of her panties, which made the skirt way to short. She 
also noticed Principal Hanson staring intently at her 
crotch, and not saying anything. She knew she was wet, 
and wondered if it was turning him on any more. A quick 
glance at his slacks confirmed that suspicion – there 
was a tell tale wet spot at the end of his bulge. She 
knew from reading her romance novels that when a man 
got VERY excited, his penis would leak juice, just like 
she did when she was hot. 

Deciding to go for broke, Ruth-Ann gave a practiced 
shake of her shoulders while she was still bent over, 
and both of her breasts popped out of her too small 
bra. Standing up, she turned back around and faced her 
Principal, with her erect nipples staring at him, 
begging for attention.

"Mr. Hanson, I think you were right. My skirt is too 
short, and my bra is too small. See? My breasts just 
fell out of the top when I leaned over."

Scott was all to aware that that glorious set of 36d's 
was staring him in the face, begging for his hands to 
squeeze them, to fondle then, for his lips to chew on 
then. For his cock to grease up and slide in between 
them. He decided to play the last card that he had in 
his hand. "Ruth-Ann, you know that only cotton panties 
are allowed here at St. Mary's. Why are you wearing 
nylon bikinis?"

Once again, Ruth-Ann decided the safest course was to 
play dumb. "Sir, I forgot. Am I wearing nylon panties?"

"Yes you are. Pull up the front of your skirt and look 
in the mirror."

Ruth-Ann did as she was told, exposing the entire front 
of her panties in the mirror as she pulled up the front 
of her skirt to just below her breasts. She could not 
believe how hot she looked, with her breasts out of her 
bra, and her skirt pulled up to her waist, exposing her 
panties to her hunky principal who was standing next to 
her with a massive erection in his dress pants.

"Ruth-Ann, there is a reason that we ask all of the 
young ladies here at St. Mary's to wear cotton panties. 
We know that teenage girls are going to have sexual 
thoughts and urges that will cause them to become 
aroused from time to time, and cause their crotch to 
get wet with excitement. If you are wearing cotton 
panties, then that wetness can be absorbed, and kept 
away from your body. If you wear nylon panties all the 
time, then that moisture is kept close to the skin, and 
could lead to infection. So, we are really just looking 
out for your sexual health. " 

Mr. Hanson had moved behind her, and had moved both of 
his hands around her waist as he spoke. Now, one hand 
went further, and plunged itself between her legs, 
where she was absolutely soaked. His fingers began to 
slide along the wet crotch of her panties, feeling her 
pussy lips.

"Here is a good example. You are obviously excited 
right now, and these nylon panties are keeping all of 
the moisture in. So it is very easy for my fingers to 
slide along the crotch of your panties. Do you feel my 
fingers on the crotch of your panties?"

"Oh god yes, Mr. Hanson. I can definitely feel your 
fingers on the crotch of my panties. I feel them 
sliding up and down my crotch. Oh god, please don't 
stop that, not yet."

Scott was now having to use one had to hold the girl 
up, while he used the other one to start pushing harder 
on her pussy through her panties. Never in his wildest 
dreams did he think when he woke up this morning that 
half an hour into the new school year, he would be 
standing in front of the mirror in his office, 
fingering one of the hottest seniors in his school.

Ruth-Ann was having a hard time remembering which 
direction was up. Her head seemed to be spinning 
constantly from the stimulation that she was receiving 
from Mr. Hanson's fingers on her crotch, and the 
overall amazing naughtiness of the situation. She was 
still thinking clearly enough to realize that if she 
was ever going to get to third base with her Principal, 
she better show some initiative.

"Mr. Hanson, I appreciate that you are just looking out 
for my sexual health. Do you think that my crotch would 
be as wet without my nylon bikinis on, or do you think 
all of the wetness is in the panties right now?"

Scott had been so focused on feeling the girl tremble 
as he rubbed her that he had to think about the 
question for a second. A smile spread across his brain 
as he realized what she was hinting at, and more 
importantly the subtle admission that she was willing 
to play.

"I don't know Ms. Miller. Why don't you pull your 
panties down, and I will check for you?"

"Yes sir, just to check." Ruth-Ann let go of her skirt, 
and grabbed the sides of her panties, slowly pulling 
then down her legs. When she got them past her knees, 
she bent from the waist, making sure to keep her legs 
straight. Sure enough, when she bent all the way over, 
she stuck her ass back a little until it ran into Mr. 
Hanson's penis. 

She felt that huge piece of meat fit perfectly in 
between her ass cheeks, and the thought of that cock 
attached to that man made her dizzy for a second. She 
then straightened up, and proceeded to kick the panties 
off her foot, and into a corner of the office. She 
straightened back up, and pulled her skirt back up to 
just below her now useless bra. "Will you check for me 
now, Mr. Hanson?"

Scott wrapped his arms back around the waist of this 
precocious vixen, and buried his right hand back in her 
crotch, while his left was holding her up as she leaned 
into his chest. She was so wet and hot, his fingers 
slip inside her pussy lips the second he touched her. 

What a sight – this barely 18 goddess leaning into him, 
getting off on his fingers in her pussy. He could feel 
her begin to stiffen up as he really went to work on 
her, sliding hid fingers deep into her, and then 
bringing that wetness up to her clit, and lightly 
rubbing that little nub of pleasure. He could tell she 
was very sensitive, because the first time he touched 
her clit, her breath caught in her throat, and he could 
feel her stomach clench even tighter under his hand.

Faster now, working those fingers in and out of her 
hole, all pretense of an examination gone at this 
point, just the overwhelming need to watch, hear, and 
feel this gorgeous creature come. There was nothing 
more satisfying in Scott's life than being next to a 
woman that was having an orgasm. Just the sights, the 
sounds, the feel, and the smell, all were intoxicating 
to Scott. 

There was no better aphrodisiac on the planet for him. 
Although at this point, he really did not thing that he 
needed to be turned on any more. If Ruth-Ann came hard 
enough, that might be enough to push him over the edge, 
and come in his own pants. Which would be OK, since he 
had a change of clothes in the private bathroom in his 
office, but explaining why he had to change would be 
challenging.

He heard Ruth-Ann's breathing go up another octave, and 
realized be better go ahead and get this girl off 
before she lost her mind. Redoubling his efforts, he 
began to strum on her clit like a flamenco guitar 
player, as fast as his fingers would allow. He felt the 
girl stiffen immediately, and then hold her breath, 
like her body could not decide what to do because all 
systems were on overload.

Ruth-Ann had totally forgotten where she was, or what 
was being done to her. She just knew that the few times 
she had played with herself had never felt like this. 
Her whole body was floating above the floor, and she 
was sweating profusely. Suddenly, Mr. Hanson started 
doing something very quickly in her pussy that felt 
amazing! 

She felt her whole body tense up, and she held her 
breath, not because she meant to, but because she knew 
there was something just over the horizon that was 
going to blow her mind. After about 5 seconds of oxygen 
deprivation, it arrived. This overwhelming mess of 
feelings that were all intense and wonderful and 
explosive and so overpowering that she did not know 
where to focus. Some of it had to be released beyond 
what her pussy was going through, so she opened her 
mouth to scream out in happiness and ecstasy.

Just as soon as her mouth opened, she felt a hand go 
between her teeth, effectively blocking her scream. So, 
she did the next logical thing, and clamped down on the 
hand with her teeth. The added ability to release 
pressure there allowed her to ride the storm without 
passing out. After what seemed like hours, but really 
could have only been a few seconds, Ruth-Ann felt 
herself begin to come back to the reality of her 
surroundings.

"Bend over. For fuck's sake, bend over!" She felt the 
arm around her waist let go, and begin to push on her 
lower back to bend her over. She complied with the 
urging, leaning over until her hands were on either 
side of the mirror, bracing herself. She looked in the 
mirror, and saw Mr. Hanson undoing his belt with one 
hand, while the other hand was still buried in her 
pussy, alternately holding her and stroking her. 

Ruth-Ann watched in the mirror as first the belt, and 
then the button and zipper were undone. The pants 
dropped to the floor as that massive bulge came into 
view, encased in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. 
She watched his hand pull the briefs down enough to 
free the cock hidden within. Ruth-Ann gasped again when 
that gorgeous tool came into view. It looked like it 
was ready to explode! The head was purple, and she 
could see the veins throbbing along the sides of the 
shaft. She looked up into Mr. Hanson's eyes, and saw 
them looking squarely at her exposed ass. With her 
panties off and skirt pulled up, she was on full 
display for her Principal.

Ruth-Ann watched Mr. Hanson's eyes bore holes into her 
backside as he began to slide his hand up and down the 
shaft of that VERY erect cock. She noticed that he was 
having coordination trouble, and realized that he was 
right handed, and that dominant hand was still buried 
in her pussy. Deciding that it could not hurt to be a 
little bit bolder this morning, Ruth-Ann spoke up.

"Principal Hanson, can I help you with that."

Scott looked in the mirror, and into the eyes of Ruth-
Ann. She was dead serious. "Oh fuck yes. I am so close 
to coming I can feel my balls boiling. Get on your 
knees."

Ruth-Ann turned around, and dropped to her knees. She 
replaced Mr. Hanson's hand on his cock with hers, and 
was amazed. It was so hot, so hard, and it was 
throbbing in time to his heartbeat. She took her other 
hand, and felt his balls. They were tight up against 
his body, and just as warm as the cock in her other 
hand was. Well, time for third base.

She pulled the erect cock away from his stomach, and 
wrapped her lips around the purple head of the beast. 
She took the entire head into her mouth, ran her tongue 
around it a couple of times, and then pulled off. She 
gave a tentative lick to the crown of the cock, and 
then took the head back into her wet mouth. As soon as 
she took the head of his cock in her mouth the second 
time, she felt him stiffen, and the first shot of come 
fire out of his cock, and splash down onto her tongue. 

The next shot came immediately after, followed by 
another and another. She had heard that she should 
collect all of the come in her mouth, and then spit it 
out later, but there was so much come flowing out of 
the end of this glorious cock that it was too much for 
her to handle, so she opened her mouth a little wider, 
and began to let the come flow out of the sides of her 
mouth, and run down her face, dripping onto her 
breasts.

Scott managed to keep his eyes open the entire orgasm. 
He watched her face register surprise when that first 
shot of come landed in her mouth, and then her struggle 
to try and contain it all. When she could not, instead 
of gagging, she very naturally opened her mouth a 
little bit and let the excess run out of the sides of 
her mouth, and down her face. Now the excess come was 
beginning to drip on her breasts. Scott knew that would 
be an image that would stay with him the rest of his 
days.

Ruth-Ann waited until that cock calmed down, and began 
to go soft before letting it go from her mouth. She 
still had a full load of come to contend with. She got 
up, and calmly walked to the private bath in the 
office, where she spat the rest of the come in her 
mouth into the sink, and then used a hand towel to 
clean off her face and breasts of the rest of the 
massive load she had just encountered. Her more 
experienced friends had told her that boys did not come 
a lot. She had to go back and tell them it was 
different with grown men.

By the time she came back out of the bathroom, Mr. 
Hanson had made it to his desk chair, and was leaning 
back in it, still with his pants undone, and his cock 
out of his briefs. He watched her put her shirt back 
on, and button it up very quickly. She then turned to 
look at him.

"I understand I need to go shopping this evening to buy 
new school clothes. Is there anything else you need 
from me, Principal Hanson?"

"No, Ms. Miller, I think that is all right now. Have a 
good day, and I will talk to you tomorrow."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for the dress code refresher. I 
certainly feel I learned a lot this morning." She could 
not help but have a twinkle in her eye when she said 
that parting line.

As Scott watched Ruth-Ann Miller walk out of his 
office, re-closing the door behind her, he noticed a 
flash of white on the floor next to his desk. He bent 
down, and realized that either in her haste, or on 
purpose, Ruth-Ann had left her panties in his office, 
and was now walking through the rest of the day with no 
knickers on. 

The thought did nothing to diminish the excitement that 
Scott was still feeling. With a smile, he picked up the 
still wet panties, and put them in the top drawer of 
his desk. He was sure he would take them home tonight 
and appreciate them some more, which he was beating his 
cock thinking about this morning. A wonderful start to 
the school year, indeed.

Continued in part 3...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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